"Luo Jian, what do you want to do?"

The Dongtian monk stroked his bloodied right shoulder with one hand, and his whole body was panting, obviously having suffered a lot of injuries. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at Luo Jian, who was approaching step by step, the Dongtian monk could not hide the shock in his heart, he couldn't imagine that the person in front of him was hiding so deeply.

Not only Luo Jian, but beside him, there were also three masters who would definitely not be inferior to him. The clothes of these three people are obviously the same passerby, and they use a ghost head knife, which is clearly the door of the ghost knife cliff who doesn't know which generation.

These three people may fight alone, and the Dongtian Monk is confident that he can defeat any of them within a hundred moves. However, under the joint efforts of the three of them, the sword array laid out was extremely strange, and there was no way for a time-honored super-first-class master like Dongtian Jushi to go through ten moves under the hands of the three of them.

As for Luo Jian, everyone knew that he was an old Jianghu, a well-known first-class master in the rivers and lakes. Although he is scathing, insidious and vicious, he often excludes the masters in the alliance, and even Zhu Xin has never let go, but he finally has no backbone, and he is okay with the alliance.

Originally, his strength, the Dongtian Monk didn't care about it at all. How do you know that this time I know that the hidden strength of this guy is so terrifying, and it will definitely not be inferior to Ju Wuxian and others.

The Dongtian Monk was not checked, he was first injured by the three of them, and then he was stabbed by Luo Jian Ghost Knife, injuring his right shoulder, and his current strength was not enough to escape from this place.

On the side, Miluo Zhenren had already fallen to the ground, with several knives in his body, and the qi coming out was more than the qi entering, if he was not treated in time, I am afraid that the probability of surviving was very small.

"What, Lord Alliance, do you still think you can escape? Hmph, where is my Ghost Knife Cliff worse than their Five Lakes Gang? Just because there are so many of them? Just because we have to consider the importance of a large number of people? In order to maintain the stability of the alliance, even if Zhu Xin's dead fat man died, you never considered setting up an alliance leader for me?"

With a flick of the ghost head knife, the knife qi came out in response, easily smashing the throne of the alliance leader on the side. Luo Jian pressed forward step by step, with a hideous look on his face, and he saw that the heart of the Dongtian Lay Priest was tight.

"Bastard, you shameless villain! What benefits did the Yuan Gang give you, and you want to go against the grain, plot against you, and betray the alliance?"

The true qi in his body was in a mess, and in the face of four masters who would not be inferior to him, the Dongtian Lay Priest was afraid that it would be difficult for the Monk to fly. Barely coughing up a mouthful of blood, he looked at Luo Jian and said.

"Saving my title as deputy gang leader, hmph, it's much better than being a little elder in this bullshit alliance. The Yuan Gang is like the sun in the sky, like the bright moon in the sky, and the Yuan Alliance is already the fluorescent of rotten grass at the moment, how can it last long?"

"If it weren't for the shit guy in Luohe who left, I really wouldn't dare to do this. Hmph, his martial arts are too high, even our three major ghost sword envoys of the Ghost Sword Cliff may not be able to compete with him. But so what, they're all gone, for now, let me take your head as a vote for the Yuan Gang!"

The hand rises, and the knife falls.

The heavy ghost head knife slowly fell, with the desperate eyes of the cave heaven monk, and with Luo Jian's hideous smile, it fell.

"Ding!"

A crisp and loud sound shook through the alliance chamber.

Luo Jian only felt an inexplicable influx of force, and the hand holding the Ghost Head Knife was suddenly sore, and he almost couldn't hold it. He cautiously took two steps back and looked around to know what was really going on.

The three envoys of the ghost knife behind him were back to back, but they didn't notice the existence of any figures at all. So, where did the voice come from?

On the thick texture of the ghost head knife, there is already a subtle indentation that is clearly visible. The Ghost Head Knife will not be inferior to any second-level weapon forged by ordinary cast iron, what kind of person is it that actually has this ability?

"Who is the master visiting? Ghost Sword Cliff Luo Jian is here, and then invite the master to show up. ”

I don't know if it's friend or foe, Luo Jian didn't dare to act rashly again, but his eyebrows were frowned, and beads of sweat had fallen faintly on his forehead, which had already wet the hair on his forehead.

"Ghost Knife Cliff? Giggles, I've never heard of it. ”

Crisp and loud, as if the yellow bird was singing, the voice sounded, mixed with the slightest hint of charm, I don't know where it came from, in short, it echoed in all directions.

Even Luo Jian, who was cautious, was a little dazed when he heard this, and he was almost intoxicated and fascinated, as if he was completely charmed by the voice. The last trace of consciousness seemed to remind him that he must not stop there, the tip of the ghost head knife pointed into his left leg, the tip of the knife entered the flesh, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed out. Under the pain, he woke up from his trance in an instant, and the whole person retreated in horror as many as three big steps in a row, a ghost head knife was across his chest, and fear crawled all over his face.

"Who is Zunjia? Can you report to Wan'er? I am also the deputy leader of the Yuan Gang, maybe my predecessors of the Yuan Gang and Zunjia know each other, I can't say for sure?"

A single sentence can make Luo Jianshen trance, and the person who comes is definitely not to be underestimated.

It's just that there are not many female masters with names and surnames on the rivers and lakes, and there are even fewer who are so strong.

"Yuan Gang?"

The woman's voice recalled, and there seemed to be a hint of joy in her tone.

"Giggles, even if you save that bastard, you don't dare to be presumptuous in front of this girl, what are you?"

Luo Jianfang finally brought a little smile on his face, and suddenly fell to the bottom. He moved out of the name of the Yuan Gang, originally wanting to save the prestige to deter the other party, but it didn't seem to have worked.

It seems that several sharp edges faintly cut through the sky, and the directions are different, which is extremely weird. Luo Jian knew that it was not good, and hurriedly raised his sword to block. The huge ghost head knife flickered, and the trajectory of the blade was all sealed.

"Ding, ding, ding!" The sound of three golden and iron strikes sounded, and he used his arms vigorously again, Luo Jian could no longer support it, and the ghost head knife couldn't hold it after all, and fell to the ground.

A pale yellow figure flew by, and for a moment, it seemed like it was just an illusion in front of him.

"Bang! bang!"

Three loud slaps sounded in a row, and Luo Jian's entire head was swollen like a pig's head. In front of that figure, he didn't even have the slightest room to fight back, and he didn't even see the other party's shot, how could this be?

The three envoys of the ghost knife hurriedly surrounded the pale yellow figure, not daring to let her take it off easily.

Barely opening his eyes, Luo Jian finally saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.

Qing'e hooks willow eyebrows, Zhu Yan is spiritual; Haowan silver hairpin, tassel and green silk; eyes are dark and clear water, pink and thin smoked jade; yellow flowers rise with clothes, and lotus steps accompany the charm.

What kind of beautiful woman is this? I'm afraid that even Ming Ji and the others are inferior to her, and even Luo Jian is going to be stupid for a while. That kind of beauty, that kind of bearing, completely penetrated into people's hearts, and the charm between gestures made him unable to resist at all.

"Giggles, what, isn't it enough to fight?"

A simple sentence made Luo Jian sober up again, pointed at the woman in yellow, and exclaimed in disbelief: "You, you are the queen bee night!"